Highway Donkey

Today, my message is clear and punctual.

"I´m not going down the highway
I've got the might to stop and turn around before it's too late

Instead I'm slowly going my way
If I don't reach the top I still have loads here I appreciate"

No sense at all, part II

Sparring some minutes more, thinking deeply about what had happened, I decided to flee. My clothes turned dry as I walked. The sun rose high by then, and I was even getting a little suffocated in the end. I went in the town, turned couple of corners and found myself walking down my street.

No one on sight. The less crowded the better, I said. If someone saw me like that: wet-dry, dry-wet, I would have been a nice topic to talk about during the endless summer afternoons with some neighbors in a bench in shade.

I was about to get to my door, when the purple blue door at front opened. Terah came out talking with someone inside,and shut up when could take a glance at me. She frowned and smirked like saying "Boy, you'll never change". Terah was an old girlfriend, well, at least we both thought we were "together" four years ago. Our relationship ended after accomplishing a stupid chain of childish kisses, shamefulness and impetuous making-outs in the dark, afar others' glances. She was gorgeous, her body slender and curvy. Her breasts perfect. I usually come to her in my mind, but only seeking for old memories that could turn me on, just for the pleasure of imagining she was still mine.

Anyway, I did not say much and enter. My heart almost bumped out my chest.

There it was, on the kitchen table, in the perfect middle of it like saying "ey! how is it going": The earring of the cliff.

It took me a while to come around again. First blinking in a frenzy, then rubbing eyes attempting to figure out what the heck was going on...
I got closer, step by step, my eyes fixed on the object that almost killed me atop that damned cliff. A feeling of distrust invaded me. My feet pinned to the floor. The thought injected into my brain like an acid jab between the eyes: "Look what happened on the cliff when you tried to pick the thing up. You almost got killed! Why it should be different this time?". My hand backed off slowly. In the distance, I squinted at the object. That couldn´t be true. Someone might be pulling my leg... till the point of murdering me.

An odd snap flew from the stairs. From where I was standing I couldn´t see' em since the inner kitchen door was ajar. I snapped at the door knob. I was not alone at home.